Travelog - Daniel Amos

This river channels out to my private shore

My boat’s a magic couch on remote control

Confused, I now consult my jungle guide

Departure times, best bets, and four stars that shine

As I bask in the blue light

Bask in the blue light

Bask in the blue light

Of my travelog

Travelog

Travelog

Travelog

I laugh, I cry, I space each half an hour

Rerun sweet memories of days gone by

I’m given sixty seconds to catch my breath again

To me you sell your vision

From you I get reception

Here in the blue light

Here in the blue light

Here in the blue light

Of my travelog

Travelog

Travelog

Travelog

Death on the battlefield, through flood and fire

I navigate my ship to worlds unknown

A black robed man now greets me 'neath southern skies

To him I make confession, from me he takes collection

Lost in the blue light

Found in the blue light

Here in the blue light

Of my travelog

Travelog

Travelog

Travelog